On Social Media

We are social creatures. No doubt there are evolutionary reasons why this is so and why it persists, although I’m not qualified to do more than speculate. However, it seems self evident that there are advantages to acting as a group, from care and feeding of young all the way up to coping with environmental challenges and defending against predators, meteorites and space aliens.

Being social has its own challenges. Members of a family, tribe or other social unit will need to absorb the mores of that unit in order to survive. As any parent might tell you, this necessary learning occurs through a mix of formal instruction and a kind of behavioural osmosis—monkey see, monkey do, if you like.

Those who for whatever reason fail to learn these mores can not only fail to fit in but also become actively excluded. Sociopaths and outcasts.

People with Aspergers, who find it difficult to pick up on and interpret cultural osmosis cues, can end up incredibly isolated and vulnerable. Everyday communication, with all its nonverbal subtext, is a nightmare. Then came the Internet: from email and BBSs and USENET right up to Twitter; the ability to communicate without worrying about subtleties in body language, without even having to know that such things exist, must have been a godsend. The Internet became a family. (This, by the way, is part of the reason I refuse to make a serious distinction between Internet-related social activity and ‘real life’. It is very real, and real relationships are made and broken.)

Unfortunately, while this family brought a sense of belonging, much of the instructional imperative of a more immediate, physical family was lost. As in physical families there were fights and arguments, but precious little of the guidance and instruction that a mother or father (should!) give their children to equip them to function in society.

The sort of example I mean? Letting them know they are standing too close to someone, or that the other person’s facial expression is showing discomfort; maybe change the subject. It isn’t appropriate to say those things in public. It isn’t appropriate to say those things to a young woman in public OR private.

Or maybe, perhaps more pertinently: those things might have been ok when you were all peers, but now you are a supervisor/boss/have authority, and so the whole game has changed.

And this is a problem because we have ended up with a situation where somebody has behaved badly, and continued to behave badly, because nobody in the online community said “wait, this is wrong, and you need to stop.” Rather, the online community that should have been teaching, instructing, supporting ended up braying for his blood.

I’ve been exchanging DMs with somebody with professional psychological experience. Their take is that this man—through no fault of his own—is clueless about boundaries: “He was like a kid in a candy store shoplifting, and people let him because he’s oh, so cute”. He didn’t get that it was wrong, which is no defence, but not one of us told him, or tried to make him stop. As my psychologist contact says, “Everyone in the science community enabled that shit to continue because no one ever said STOP… every one of us encouraged it to a degree, with the #ihuggedBora thing, the Blogfather, cuddle, cuddle, don’t we heart him… He was just going along, hunky-dory, enjoying life, and meanwhile, women were traumatized.”

Don’t misunderstand me. Bora did wrong, and is paying for that. But the blame is not his alone. Somebody told me on Twitter that many of the incidents happened one-on-one, that we didn’t know it was happening.

Bullshit.

We knew, didn’t we? Which one of us really didn’t think the #ihuggedBora thing was just a little bit creepy? And we remained silent. I have seen conversations on social media which made me, as an observer, uncomfortable. The victim didn’t seem to mind, and I didn’t say anything. In retrospect they did mind; they just didn’t have anyone to turn to. I could have, should have said something. And I bet I’m not the only one.

We, as a community, let Bora down—and as a consequence we have allowed women to be hurt. We let them, the victims, down, too. For what it’s worth, I am sorry for that.

Let’s not leave it there. Let us own that culpability, and figure out not just how we can rehabilitate Bora (because the man is only human and is really hurting right now), but how we can support his victims, as well as STOP IT THE FUCK HAPPENING AGAIN.

Because if we are to participate in this rather bizarre online community, we have a responsibility to our fellow human beings to watch out for them, to prevent inappropriate behaviour, to talk to just one trusted person if we think we are witnessing harassment or abuse or anything that makes us itchy. It is just as real as the physical world, and it’s our responsibility to make it better.

Otherwise, what’s the fucking point?

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Three Steps to Heaven, Mk II

You may remember that two years ago, after much nudging, I created and published a guide for corporate twits. I haven’t tweeted in a corporate capacity since, although I have remained responsible for more ‘serious’ accounts than my personal one, including @LabLit and @ScienceisVital.

Something came into my twitter stream yesterday that made me wince. As a result, I’ve amended the original slightly, adding my “Zeroth Law” of Twitter, if you like.

Richard’s Guide to Corporate Twitter Etiquette, Mk II

0.   Content first. Be prepared to post 50 original tweets (not RTs or @’s) before you get your first RT; or your first non-spam follower.

  1. The point of tweeting—as with all social media—is to drive traffic to the site & bring it to the attention of potential new customers.
  2. We try to achieve this by building a community and a network around
    our social media activities.
  3. Communities are built on trust. People trust other people; it is important to maintain personal connections while remaining professional.
  4. People trust you to share interesting and relevant content; trust that you will respect other members of the community.
  5. Therefore, your tweets should be enticing and catchy, but never misleading. You are publishing: always factcheck; never libel.
  6. Your own voice is important—try to become a trustworthy voice of the company. We all have different voices and this is good.
  7. You are speaking on behalf of the company. Say ‘we’ when appropriate, and don’t write anything you wouldn’t repeat in the boardroom.
  8. Add value. Are you making the company look good? Are you interesting to other people? Are you putting the company before yourself?
  9. Through your tweets, your links and your conversations, give people a reason to follow our twitter account. See #1.
  10. Check what other company tweeters have just written. Duplicate tweets are good, if there’s at least few hours between them.
  11. Try to keep your tweets to about 100-120 characters, not 140. This gives people room to retweet and comment on your gems.
  12. Use hashtags responsibly, on keywords, e.g. #Ecology #RCT #Vaccination. Don’t overdo it: #This #is #silly. Examples follow:
  13. “Congratulations to F1000 Members @lauramenenti and Peter Hagoort on ‘Shared Language’ http://bit.ly/qIUcMu #psychology #fMRI”
  14. “Retweet for the other hemisphere: on the importance of good note-keeping http://t.co/jRMwLxI #retractions”
  15. Follow interesting people back, but don’t feel you have to follow everybody. Don’t set an autoresponse for new followers.
  16. Engage: take time to respond to people who ‘@’ you. Reply to and retweet interesting tweets from others.
  17. Together, @s and RTs should take up no more than 66% of your output; and you should send fewer RTs than @s.
  18. Be polite and courteous at all times; even when you’re arguing with a muppet. Again, see #1.
  19. Punctuate. Try not 2 use txt spk. Rephrase rather than mangle the English language. And don’t swear. Ever. Even in jest.
  20. Have fun.

(Original on Twitter and G+.)

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Joshua fit the battle of Jericho

I am typing this slowly, with one hand.

Welcome

I do of course already have two lovely daughters, but welcoming Joshua—their half-brother—into the world wasn’t any less special. And the original Pawn, Rachel, seems equally thrilled.

Sibs

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Road Rage

One of things that annoy me—let me be honest, and say that along with pigeons, cycle helmets and Henry Gee, one of the many things that annoy me—is the inability of apparently otherwise intelligent folk to use a computer. But perhaps more than that do I find said people’s grasp of terminology more than a little irksome.

Let me be clear.

When your computer loses its network connection to the outside world, “your internet” (a meaningless term if ever there was one) has not “gone down”. Your intranet is still running, your wireless network is still working, and outside in the big blue room and its side rooms the internet is still there, serving cat porn just like it always does.

Now, for sure your router might have died, or someone might have put a JCB through a fibre bundle, or your DNS might even have packed up and buggered off to Brazil to play canasta with Ronnie Biggs; but whatever has happened, your internet has not gone down.

So please, when I give you an accurate error message don’t insult my intelligence by saying “our internet went down”.

No it fucking didn’t.

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On leakage

Apparently there’s a word for it.

I did it once, when I went to work at a small (and doomed) startup company in Cambridge, back in the tail end of 1997. I did it again four and a bit years ago, when I left the lab for the last time and went to work for F1000.

A couple of my Science is Vital co-conspirators have also done it: Jenny (who went from academia to industry and thence to publishing) and Prateek, who like me has done it twice.

The word is ‘leakage’. I learned it this morning when we (that is, representatives from Science is Vital) went to BIS and delivered our report into the hands of the Minister for Universities and Science, David Willetts.

Within academia, at least those parts involved in scientific research, there is more than a little snobbishness. If you’re not doing research in a university, you are wasting your life. My move into industry in 1997 elicited much bile from my boss at the time. Having actually done a postdoc, and then to consider going outside the hallowed labs of academia, was unthinkable. When, a couple of years later, I stormed out of the company in disgust, managing to land a rather nice postdoc position at the MRC-LMB, I once again came across the attitude. Why would anybody care about working outside academia (actually, the guy who recruited me did ask me to my face if I was mad, wanting to come back)? Why, even, would anybody care about public engagement and scientific communication? A waste of time. And as for leaving research altogether… Unthinkable.

Leakage.

As I say, I’ve leaked twice. So has Prateek. And the thing about scientific research as an economic driver is that leakage is a requirement. If we’re going to turn bright ideas and esoteric observations into something that will make money or improve lives (or preferably both) then you need people to make that move—to take the training they receive at universities and bring it into the outside world. Why within academia this is seen as a bad thing is frankly beyond me.

I am convinced that the work I do at this medical communications agency nobody has ever heard of is bringing more benefits to humanity (and the Chancellor of the Exchequer) than any amount of my fiddling around with an obscure RNA-binding zinc finger protein could have done. Yes, of course we need breakthroughs, and those breakthroughs come from obscure and esoteric discoveries, but for the vast majority of scientists that’s not going to happen—or if it does, it won’t happen in their lifetime.

So why should we leakers be looked down upon?

I suspect there is a fair amount of jealousy involved. I have an interesting and fulfilling career, and while I do have to work unearthly hours sometimes, at least there is a strong correlation between effort and results (which, as anybody who has spent nine months trying to crystallize one tiny little protein will tell you, is a state of affairs not to be sniffed at).

Only this week I received an email (yet another email, if the truth be known) from someone who has worked in an academic lab for twenty years, is fed up with it and doesn’t know what to do. Why are we not showing people, young scientists, that slaving away in an academic lab is not nirvana; that there is a plethora of science-related careers that are more than respectable? That the coveted principal investigator position is simply a pipe dream, and that rather than trying to swim to Mars most of us should find a different dream instead?

It worked for me.

In fact, when I got back to the office after meeting with the minister I landed a hundred grand’s worth of business for the company. (And I’m creative—I’m not even in business development!) That’s just the value to us—which will go to salaries and thence to goods and services and taxes. If we do a good job, the company that hired us will also benefit, to say nothing of the people whose lives will be improved when the drug gets to market.

Leakage?

Yeah. I leaked. And career-wise it was the best thing I ever did.

Continue reading

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Keep on running

Broadstairs
What’s that bright light in the sky?

We need Winter, because without it we would not appreciate Spring so much.

Darling buds

Even so, Spring has been a long time coming to London. We had, apparently, the coldest Easter on record. But Spring did finally splutter into life, making the blackbirds sit up and scratch their arses and cough their middle of the night greetings and the warmest day of the year so far (and my birthday, coincidentally), was just last Sunday. It’s been a bit of a relief—even the wren that sings outside my window at 6 in the morning is not unwelcome (even if, occasionally, a muttered “the early worm can just fuck off” can also be heard).

Long-tailed tit

Last week, I was in Amsterdam for three days on a business trip, and when I got back the cherry blossom had exploded and bluebell heads were poking up and the first batch of baby coots were peeping at their long-suffering parents.

Yesterday saw the woods near our house filled with people (and, it has to said, the occasional recalcitrant child) blinking bewilderedly in the sunlight.

And today, another regular Spring event took place—the London Marathon.

It’s always a fun event, however you wish to participate: whether running or spectating and cheering. Even a cynical sod such as myself is cheered by waving and shouting at random strangers. Somehow, the feeling from crowd-sourced happiness and goodwill turns London again into the same kind place it was last summer, when we hosted the XXX Olympiad.

(Maybe if you have a desperate urge to drive around the place for some reason, it’s not so good. But hey.)

Gill
“Gill”. Putting your name on your shirt is a great way to get people to cheer for you

Unlike the Olympics, the London Marathon happens every year, and every year for the past three Jenny and I have stood at the end of our road to cheer for at least some of the race. This year, though, there was a particular poignancy, and even the casual observer couldn’t help but notice the little black ribbons that many runners wore.

Keeping on

The British response to terrorism, or the threat of it, is an interesting one. Terrorism seems to have the opposite effect of that intended. Even the IRA bombs of the 80s and 90s just strengthened our resolve and our tea; such that a common response to 7/7 was “bunch of bloody amateurs”.

Mo & Co.
Mo Farah, in the cool shades

So the cheering crowds today were, if anything, even more numerous, cheerful and vocal than before; from the toddlers being scooped off the road before the arrival of the elite runners to the “Homes for Heroes”-supporting landlord from the Adam and Eve with his singular words of encouragement and dance tracks over the PA.

Hurrah!

Team GB

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Broken Teeth

M’good friend Dr Gee apparently has a thing about bones. Anything he can do, I can do better, so, in the absence of any biological modelling this week, here’s one for you paleontologists:

Fossil

To me, it looks like a fossilized tooth. Couldn’t tell you what from, though. Any offers?

I picked it up on Broadstairs beach last Tuesday morning. I think it’s unrelated (at least, directly) to this nuclear flash we observed the same day.

Broadstairs

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Parklife

If you’ve ever seen my Flickr stream you might realize I’m quite fond of birds.

Sleepy tit

Even here in Zone 2 there are a lot of birds around—especially in our garden. Blue tits, great tits, long-tailed tits, robins, dunnocks, goldfinches, wrens, chaffinches, blackbirds, sparrows… Lots of birds.

Baby blue

We encourage them, too. We’ve got bird feeders and suet block and fat ball holders. Jenny gave me a bird cam one Christmas, and a birdbath to point it at on my following birthday.

Reflected

We also have pigeons.

Lots of fat flipping pigeons.

You might say, a plague of pigeons, and you wouldnt be far off. It is London, after all.

And I hate the little bastards. They crap over the garden furniture, they walk all over and wreck the young plants, and they will systematically empty the bird feeders in one sitting.

So there has been a bit of a war going on in our back yard. It’s not going well.

I’m not here all the time to try to blind them with my laser pointer. We’re too close to the road to use an air rifle. And every modification of the feeders to try to discourage them has failed. Pointy spikes on the top, strategic Sellotape on the squirrel-proof sides—none of this works. (And it’s ugly, too).

Sticky pigeon

The first iteration of our feeders were standard, cageless things with little perches. The problem with that was the squirrels, and that no matter how short the perches were, the pigeons could still hold on and knock the seeds out of the feeder. That’s why we got the ones with cages and, watching the songbirds, it’s clear that they like to go inside the cage and peck—so maybe, suggested Jenny, we should get a bigger cage. Fine, I said, can you find somewhere that sells them?

So Jenny googled for pigeon-proof bird feeders, and stumbled across this post by IanVisits (who I know from Twitter, as it happens) from a year ago, in which he describes how he overcame exactly this problem. Briefly, he got some plant supports and turned his feeder into Pinhead. “What an excellent notion!” we opined, and set off across the River to locate some green sticks of anti-pigeoness.

And here we are:

Defence
The best defence…?

So far, we haven’t yet seen any pigeons try to get in, and the songbirds seem delighted, and—more to the point—able to feed in safety and comfort.

Better living through technology. Thanks Ian!

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On biological modelling

Complement activation
Complement activation

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On biological modelling

Thylakoid
#5 Thylakoid

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